His (Hers #5) (11 page)

His eyes are filled with lust and question, hesitation because we have never gone down this road before. Never once have we played a game of roleplaying. It has always been us. Seven and Levi, fully committed to one another. Never needing to go elsewhere to keep our sex life hot. But, when you get to a point where things become so typical and predictable, this road becomes necessary. A path to travel to bring us back to where things once were.

“Something about that sexy round belly and milk filled tits do something for me… whatever your name is.” Levi says as his hand strokes up and down his throbbing cock. It looks delicious in his palm and I have to restrain myself from taking it in my mouth.

“Just call me Mrs. Parker.” I wink at him.

“Mrs. Parker huh? Mr. Parker must be a lucky man,” he plays along while his tongue dips out of his mouth and swipes across his bottom lip.

“Oh he is. A very lucky man to have such a dirty slut for a wife.” I climb up onto the bed and kneel by his feet.

“And I should call you what?”

“Just call me Daddy,” he says with a wink.

“Okay, Daddy. What do you want me to do for you?” I bat my eyelashes at him as my hands roam over my full breasts.

“Scoot that hot little ass up here and ride Daddy’s cock like a good slut, Mrs. Parker.” I don’t need any more instructions from him. He may be in charge tonight, but that is only because I’ve given him that privilege. I could take it back just as quick as I gave him the power. The more power I allow him, the hotter he becomes to me lately.

As I move to straddle his lap, he shifts his cell phone and props it up on the shelf inside the headboard and uses both of his hands to grab at my tits. Both hands groping and guiding my nipples into his mouth.

“Mmmm you like that, Mrs. Parker?” he says as his teeth bite at my nipples, driving me absolutely insane.

“Yes, Daddy. I do. Very much.” I say in between moans of pleasure. Shit that feels good.

“I can tell, Mrs. Parker. You are wet for me.” His finger slides slowly inside my welcoming cunt, ready and waiting for him to take me.

“All for you,” I say, moving in to kiss him. His head ducks away from me and my lips plant on his cheek.

“I only kiss my wife, Mrs. Parker.” He winks and even though I know I shouldn’t be jealous or mad I was rejected by him, a small bit of rage builds in me. Is this how those cheap whores feel?

“Oh really, Daddy?” I say cheekily. “Once I’m done, you won’t even remember her name.” I bite my bottom lip and slowly begin to lower myself down onto his hard, thick cock.

“You like that?” I taunt him some more.

“I do, nice and tight, Mrs. Parker. Such a perfect little pussy for me.” Levi replies as he starts to pump in and out of me from his position on the bottom.

“You like that tight cunt?” I moan out as I start to ride him while he tries to meet my thrusts. We are both in a competition to see who can fuck the other harder. Who can make it more memorable. Who can get the other off harder or faster.

“I do, Mrs. Parker. Such a perfect little cunt. I want to keep it and fuck it whenever I want.” his hand slaps my ass and I let out a cry of pleasure.

“Shit, you are good, Daddy.” Every time I let the word
daddy
slip from my lips, he starts to fuck me harder. I can’t hold it back anymore. The way he is fucking me is going to have me screaming out in pleasure any second and I know he will be the one who has won the game. And for once, I just don’t give a shit. I want him to win. I want him to get me off. Now.

“Oh fuck!” I yell, “I’m gonna come. Shit! Harder, Daddy!” My words echo through our bedroom and he complies with my requests. Fucking me harder than he has in ages.

“Shit! I’m coming, Mrs. Parker. I’m gonna flood your hot little cunt.” he grunts and finishes inside me.

Well shit that was hot.

Hotter than anything we have done or talked about since Marley was born.

“Holy shit, Seven,” he says as he grabs for his cell phone to turn the recording off.

“No shit. Who thought either of us had that in us anymore?” I laugh and collapse on top of him. My belly gets in the way and I roll to the side, lying completely spent on the bed.

“Life is never boring with you, Mrs. Parker.”

“You either, Daddy.”

Levi

Present

The next morning I couldn’t help but watch that video and jerk off while Seven was in the shower. It was hot. Hotter than either of us have gotten in the longest time. She got me off harder than I have in ages. Maybe even since the first night we were together. I knew I shouldn’t over think it with all the shit we have been through as a married couple in the past almost two years, but I wanted it all back. I wanted the Seven James that I met in that club back.

“You ready?” she says from the bedroom door, all dressed up and ready to head out to our therapy sessions. First, I would go in for my session while she watched Marley and then it would be her turn. She always goes second because most of the time she has more to purge. My sessions are simple, mainly to get my vents about Seven out so I don’t explode and unload them on her. It’s not major shit. Just small things, but with Vince hanging over our head right now, that would be the topic of the day.

This afternoon will conclude the final interviews over the internet with possible new CEOs for White-Woods Global. She has found an excuse not to hire every last person we have interviewed thus far. This one has a
stank look
on his face, or that one looks stuck up. It’s getting old to say the least, because the longer she put it off, the more time she spent behind the computer screen in her home office, delegating tasks from her ivory tower in Woodstock while her minions in Manhattan jumped.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see Chrome’s name on my screen. I hit ignore and figure I can call him back later on when Seven is in her session. We make our way to the car and drive the ten minutes into town.

“Last night…” she begins to say, and without thinking, the first thing that comes into my mind flies right out of my mouth.

“Was amazing.”

“Really?” She questions, looking at me while I try and keep my eyes on the road.

“It wasn’t weird for you?” she asks.

“Why would it be weird? It was hot. You’re my wife.” I answer honestly.

“I’m all fat and gross. Having sex while I’m pregnant creeps me out. That’s why I’ve been so… distant in that department. It just feels
wrong.
” Seven cringes as she drops this in my lap.

“There is nothing wrong with it, Seven. I think you are sexy as hell and that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had. There is nothing weird or wrong about it. I hope you will get that out of your head so we can do it again. And again.” I wink at her as I pull into the office of our therapist.

“You wanna do this together today or do you need time to yourself?” Seven asks. This is the first time she has willingly invited me into a session. I am confused, but happy at the same time. I want to go in with her and see what kind of stuff she has to purge this week. I want to be involved in her healing and know what has been going on in her head with all the bullshit we’ve had thrown at us; especially with the subject of a new sibling on the table.

“You sure that is what you want?” I ask, making sure this isn’t going to be something she ends up resenting me for.

“I want you to come in with me today. It will make explaining all this shit so much easier than talking about it more than once with everyone and their mother.” She shrugs and places a kiss on my cheek.

“I may not tell you this all the time, but I love you, Levi Parker. You changed my life for the better and that will always be the one thing I cherish most about our fucked up, kinky, strange ass marriage.” Before I can get a word out, she is out of the car and unhooking Marley from her car seat.

It is those small moments that make me so grateful to have her, even if she has repeatedly turned my world upside down.

“What made you want to do your session together today, Seven?” our therapist Brooke asks from her usual perch in her black leather chair.

“A lot has happened this week in our lives. To be honest, we haven’t had a lot of time to talk or process it all. So, I thought it might be productive to have this session all together. I have to talk to you about it and I know Levi has been dying to ask me exactly what is going on in my overactive mind,” Seven admits while she kicks her feet up on the couch, spreading out and elevating her feet without being told to do it for once. That simple act alone makes me extremely happy.

“So, you are micromanaging your life and marriage via therapy. Do you think that is a smart idea, Seven?” Brooke pulls no punches with her. I think that is one of the reasons I like her so much.

“I’m not micromanaging. We had a ton of shit go on this week. Just wait till you hear it all.” Seven points at her, then looks at me to back her up.

“You know I don’t always agree with Seven, but Brooke, this time I am with her. This week was a giant shit show and I think this session would be more helpful than hurtful for all of us.” I add. Seven smiles as I take her side, which is a rarity in therapy.

“That’s fair. why don’t you start Seven?” Brooke pulls her notebook off the desk and waits for Seven to begin.

“I have a sister, a biological sister.” She pauses, her eyes wandering around the room before she continues whatever is going on in her head. “I guess my dad had an affair of some type. Somewhere over the years, he knocked up some woman and I have a sister who is twenty-two now. I met her for the first time yesterday. Typically I would question anyone who came out of the woodworks like she did, but I am tellin’ you, she is the real deal. We are almost identical.” Seven continues to unload and Brooke makes notes.

“This wouldn’t be the first time someone crawled out of the woodworks looking for money. She doesn’t want anything from me. Nothing. Just an actual relationship and it is weird. I’ve never felt so relaxed or comfortable with a stranger.”

“Do you think it is the biological connection you share?” Brooke asks her, prompting a puzzled look on Seven’s face.

“No, because I never had a connection like that with Blu and we share both mother and father biologically.”

“Do you think it has to do with the fact that you always wanted a little sister, since you had the opportunity to share Paisley and Journey growing up?” I interrupt their back and forth with my own assumption.

“Ya know, I think that definitely may be part of it. I’ve always wanted a little sister, even when I was a young girl. I am grateful my parents never had any more kids because of how we were raised. But finding her all these years later makes me excited for the relationship we
could
have together.” Seven admits.

“You crave a sibling connection since you didn’t have one with your brother?” Brooke asks and Seven shrugs.

“I guess that is part of it.”

“What about you Levi? How do you feel about not having any sibling connections?” I was hoping this wouldn’t be brought up because I’ve never wanted to talk about it. I’ve never wanted anyone to know about my brother. I was virtually raised as an only child because he was never around. Too busy with his own shit. When my parents died, he had better shit to do instead of take me in. He was in boarding school, then college. Off traveling the world and spending my parents’ money.

That all came to an end when they left it all to me, locked up in trust funds no one could get their hands on until I was of age. They were sick of his rich white kid privilege lifestyle and not caring about anyone but himself. In a strange way, I missed him. I wanted him around, but he didn’t have time for me. Not then and probably not now, either.

“I have a brother.” I blurt out without holding back for once.

“What?!” Seven gasps across the room, looking at me like she doesn’t even know who I am.

“It is a long story, but growing up, he was always in boarding school or away from the family. He wouldn’t come home for holidays or shit. My parents supported him, gave him anything he wanted and he was ungrateful. So they left him nothing in their will. He rebelled and when I needed guardians, he fled the responsibility. He wanted nothing to do with me unless it offered him their money, which it didn’t. He walked away broke and I am sure he still resents me for that till this day.” I try not to let the women know how much this all bothers me. I’ve wanted to look him up for years. But never could bring myself to re-open up that raw wound.